Jason Allen-Paisant

among the oaks
my skin is a type of bark

I give birth to rocks
the same thing that happens

to me happens to them
a leaf will flutter down

my roots and into another world
turning to ghosts

creeping back as the light goes low
I am painted dancers sprouting

from the vines
the strings of my body vibrate

to the strings of the rain
from the book THINKING WITH TREES / Carcanet Press
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Illustration of a fallen statue's base by Carl Dimitri.
"The Statue"

"In many refugee families, shadows float away from the present, detached, never claimed; they shift through rooms without being addressed, and yet, there is something solid that they offer us. The shadow of a statue may be the image reflected back to us when we look closer. The flick of a horse’s tail on the stairs. The absurdist iconographies of light that illume new relations among objects in altered time."

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Cover of Jayne Cortez' book, On The Imperial Highway: New and Selected Poems
What Sparks Poetry: 
Evie Shockley on Jayne Cortez' "There It Is"


"Cortez’s trademark use of enumeratio—a rhetorical device that builds the force of an argument by offering detailed lists of the parts, causes, or effects of an issue—drives home the ruthlessness of this class of people: “They will try to exploit you / absorb you    confine you / disconnect you     isolate you / or kill you.”  Enumeratio forms the poem’s fundamental structure."  
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